Hustler

There is no shame to be named,
As a hustler.
Too many people gain fame,
As a hustler.
And in their minds stay sane,
Being hustlers.
Nothing about them has changed,
As a hustler.

Wishes to sit on them to dream,
Don't make a hustler.
Without some effort to be seen,
As a hustler.
Initiative and sacrifice,
Done to be a hustler.
Returns endeavors to sustain,
A hustler.

There is no shame to be named,
A hustler.
In these days when people have to do,
What they must.
Just to keep their heads above rising water.
With a faith kept,
Knowing this they must.

Hustle and be part of the rush each day.
From sunrise to sundown.
Without delay.
With little time to rest.
And less of that to chill.
Doing what they have to do to pay their bills.

Hustle and be part of the rush each day.
With little time to rest.
And less of that to chill.
Doing what they can to pay on their bills.

It's okay these days to be called a hustler.
Than to wait for somebody,
Who stays still.
With nothing else to do.
But sit and dream.
For wishes wanted for them,
To come true!

There's no shame today to be named,
A hustler.
Rowing.
Rowing.
Rowing in your own boat down a river.
Rowing.
Rowing.
Rowing to deserve what is delivered.